Thursday, February 19, 2015

Welcoming in 2015--the New Year's Eve Orgy

Chicago—December, 2014 & January, 2015

After we cleaned up
after our morning fist session, Marco and I were packed and on our way
(slightly ahead of schedule) to South Bend to pick up Ryan. These two had never met, but seemed to hit it
off quite well. In the car, Ryan and I
commented on how much less snow there was than last year, when we hosted the
group at a Chicago motel. I was relieved
that the party was back where it started— in Rob and Brice’s basement playroom.

We went in and were
greeted with hugs as the dogs yapped at us.
A quick unload of the car. Bryce
took us downstairs to set up the fuck bench.
Their sling was up. The big
screen television was ready for bareback porn.
A double bed was in front it, approachable from all four sides. I set up the fuck bench so the users could
watch the action in the sling.

“Didn’t you say you’d
bought a rimseat?” I asked.

And there, in the door,
was Rod bringing it in. “You know we
bought this for you.” We decided to put
in in the middle of the room with a large leather throw under it.

After a cup of tea, I
napped in the king sized bed (which I’d eventually share with Marco) as the men
cleaned up and cleaned out. Ryan had the
room I used to have upstairs, near the master bedroom.

Rod and Bryce put the
guest list together. It consisted of men
they had played with before. It turned
out to be a slightly smaller group—but the quality level was high. At the appointed hour we all troop
downstairs. I was in my yellow jock,
chaps, harness and boots. Ryan was in
his assless briefs. The other three were
all in variations of jocks and boots.

Rod is just younger
than me with a thick head of prematurely grey hair. He has a big dick which he uses just as much
as his talented ass. Bryce is slightly
younger, dark, hairy and a former leather title holder. His ass can milk cock with the best of
them. He has a weakness for size up his
hole. It’s been a while since I tried to
describe Marco. An otter in the gay
lexicon— he is short, hairy all over with a forest of thick black hair on the
cheeks and crack of his ass. He is one
of the most talented fisting bottoms I know.
And I would guess the youngest man there having just turned 40. You’ve seen enough pictures of Ryan and your
author.

We were horned. We did not wait for the guests to arrive.

Brice has been admiring the fuck bench. I direct him to get right on it. Marco sucks Ryan on the bed as I start
rimming Brice. I am not sure, but I
think I taste cum. I stand up and shove
my cock into him. Brice groans out a hot
“Fuck me.”

I do. My balls slap
at his ass. Rod walks around and feeds
Brice his cock. I fuck hard enough, that
I am shoving Brice down on his partner’s hard dick. I pull out.
A pearl of cum oozes out of Brice’s hole.

“It’s mine,” says Marco.
“I loaded him while you napped. I
know you love to fuck in cum.” I
grin. “And I have Brice’s load up me.”

Fuck, yes!

I pull Ryan up and stick his face into Brice’s cummy
hole. He felchs a little and fucks
him. I get Marco into the sling. I want to taste Brice’s load. Rod goes to answer the door.

Rod brings back a man who looks like he could do porn. I would guess he’s in his mid-30’s. He reveals a stunning body as he rips off his
clothes. The spot light on the sling spills
onto him and shines on his black skin.
His long dreadlocks swing wildly as the -shirt comes off over his
head. Then the white jockeys come
down. He’s hard. I remember that thick fucker from previous
years. Brice gets right back on the fuck bench. Dreadlocks tells him he is going to fuck him. I’d forgotten his sexy, thick African
accent. I watch him sink his dick into
the Brice’s hole—the hole that has already had three cocks up it. I push mine into Marco’s loaded ass.

*****

Scott arrives. He’s a
mid-40’s blond. His assless briefs show
off a mound of ass flesh that makes my mouth water. Ryan is pulled to him like a magnet. A much as I’d like to get into the new ass, I
want to taste Brice’s ass now that four cocks and one load have been in
it. I lead him to the rimseat. I get under it. Brice sits carefully. My tongue snakes out. Jackpot.
It’s incredibly wet—so different from those first moments of eating him
out. Brice moans. He’s been known to shoot as I felch loads
from his ass. I don’t think he will
tonight—having shot that preliminary load up Marco for our fucking pleasure.

I pull my tongue out.
A mini river of Marco’s cum slides out of him and into my waiting
mouth. I have to stop touching my
cock. A mouth replaces my hand, giving
me expert oral service. I can’t tell
who. And I don’t care. I go back to lapping at Brice’s wet ass.

The mouth is replaced by someone’s ass. I am being ridden by someone. I’m not sure who---but I can guess. I am pretty sure it’s Rod. When he tells Brice to move, I know I’m
right. Brice stands and steps away. Rod bounces on my cock a couple more times
than gets off me and sits on the seat, offering me his freshly fucked
hole. I dive in.

Another mystery ass is riding my dick as I rim out Rod. Eventually I learn it is Scott. He soon replaces Rod on the seat. I get my first taste of Scott. “Three dicks and your tongue…” he mutters to
no one in particular. I eat him out even
more eagerly.

*****

Scott is as turned on by rimming as I am. He actually spends more time under the seat
and eating hole than I do.

*****

Dreadlocks is still fucking Marco. Marco is bearing down on his thick dick. I can see Dreadlocks is getting close to
shooting. I go over to him. I whisper in his ear, “Fill my boy up. Cum in his hole.” The ass pounding gets louder and heavier. “You know I want to eat your load out of him.” I’ve flipped the switch. Dreadlocks grunts out his orgasm and Marco’s
ass clenches down on him. They kiss. Dreadlocks knows the drill and delights in
it. He pulls out and lets me clean every
drop of white cum off his black cock.
When he can’t take anymore, he shoves my face into Marco’s dripping ass.

Oh, fuck it’s good. I
can’t stop licking—cleaning his ass.
Getting him ready for the next.
And I am good. I share the
dripping hole with Rod. Dreadlocks goes
home to his partner to ring in the New Year.

*****

More arrivals—an inter-racial couple. The white half is Jason. He looks like a biker—tattoos, skin head and
a thick chest. His partner, Al, is a
very light skinned black. Both are
tops. Soon we are all circling the bed—three
bottoms are ass up on the bed and the four tops make the rotation until we have
fucked everyone. Scott closes his eyes
so he deliberately doesn’t know who is pounding his ass.

*****

We pause to drink a toast at midnight. But we are there to fuck not drink. Marco gets Brice to fist him. He has multiple full body orgasms. I hear the first of them as I ask Jason, the
biker top, if he likes to be rimmed. He
grins and in answer gets on the fuck bench.
I love eating top ass. He tells
me no one ever does this for him. I eat
and spit making his hole as wet as any of the men taking cock.

*****

Jason goes off to fuck Marco in the sling. Marco is the cum magnet tonight. Jason loads him. I repeat the cleaning and the felching. I share this load with Ryan. Soon I am fucking in the remainder. I could easily cum in him too, but I remember
my manners. I force myself to stop and
go find one of the hosts to load.

It’s Rod. On the fuck
bench. I am so ready. I taste his hole—slip in—and shoot. It feels like I am turning my guts inside out
after three hours of fucking.

He makes me stay in him a long time. Marinating in the load.

He writes me later that he loved the fact that I was his
first load of 2015.

From My Side of the Sling

I have written and sent my sexual exploits to certain friends for years. With their encouragement, I have finally decided to post them for a wider audience. Everything in the stories is how it happened--with some names changed.